Monday, September 7, 2009

Walking Wing's Island

Walking Wing's Island


This morning I took my 8 year old son for a nature walk on the trails behind the Museum of Natural History in Brewster, MA. If you follow the trail, you will end up on Wing's Island, and island surrounded by salt marsh and mudflats (during low tide). We walked through the marsh, all the way to the mudflats and the beach. It was beautiful, sunny, warm, and peaceful. My son and I spent some time exploring the flats, finding hermit crabs, minnows, and snails. One small snail made the return trip with us. My son named him Jeffrey, and plans to keep him as a pet. I don't have the heart to tell him the snail will probably not make it through the day in the little tupperware container that is now its home. My son asked me, "what do snails eat"? I have no idea, but I'm guessing it won't matter much in a couple more days.





If you're ever on Cape Cod, you should make a point of going to the Museum of Natural History in Brewster. Today we did not go into the museum itself, but we've been in there before and it's very interesting. Today we just walked the trails and explored the mudflats at Wing's Island. It's a nice little break from the everyday hustle and bustle of life, and it gave me some one on one time with my youngest son who will begin 3rd grade in a few days. These are the days I want to treasure before they're gone forever.

Crowes Pasture

I parked at the entrance to Crowes Pasture, next to Quivett Cemetery in East Dennis.  Crowes is conservation land, accessible by 4 wheel drive. I have friends who drive out there and hang out at the beach, but since I do not own a 4 wheel drive vehicle, I've never been out there.  I was in the mood for a nature walk so I decided to park at the entrance and walk in. It's a little over a mile one way, along a dirt road, culminating in dunes, wildflower fields, and tidal flats.  I've lived in Dennis most of my life, and had never explored this area, so it was high time I took the walk to see what I'd been missing.
Not long into my walk, I came upon a path on my left.  It looked interesting so, being naturally curious, I decided to follow it and find out where it would take me.  It was a beautiful path, really, with arches of branches and vines, changing from wide to very narrow and back again.  I felt as if I was in a fairy tale, and some imaginary storybook characters would show up along the path and ask me unanswerable questions.  I was enjoying following this path, letting my imagination run wild, when I found myself at the end, looking at a paved road in what appeared to be a residential neighborhood.  Disappointed, I turned back and followed the path back to where I had found it.
 
Back on the dirt road, I continued on toward Crowes Pasture, dodging the occasional jeep or SUV.  When I finally got to the end of the dirt road, I took a left and hiked up a narrow path that appeared to go through dunes. I wanted to see if I would be rewarded with a spectacular view of the bay, and I was not disappointed.  The path led through some dunes to the beach, where a couple of families were relaxing on the sand.  
I turned back and went back through the dunes to the small parking area, and continued to the right, where there was another path. This path followed alongside the road that the 4 wheel drivers took to get out to the beach and tidal flats, and it looked like quite a long walk to get out there. I saw an abundance of vehicles with people enjoying the last weekend of summer.  It made me wish I had a jeep so I could be out there among them with my family, playing in the tidal pools or flying a kite.

As I turned to head back, on my left was a large field of wildflowers.  I thought I saw a narrow footpath, but it didn't look like it had been used in a while, as it was overtaken with vegitation.  There was a bench in the middle of the field, and I imagined people sitting and painting the landscape, or enjoying a picnic lunch.  Again, it did not look like anyone had sat there for some time, evidenced by the wildflowers growing up through the slats of the bench seat
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 I sat on the bench and looked out at the landscape, not wanting to leave without putting this lovely perch to good use. What a perfect spot to sit and contemplate life, or to capture the beauty of nature on film or canvas. If I had been blessed with the talent to paint , this is a spot I would choose to sit and create my art, a place that is a living natural work of art.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Restlessness

Maybe it's the change of seasons...fall is coming...I'm feeling restless. The kids will be back in school next week, I'll still have my full time job, and we'll all fall back into the familiar routine. Routine. Maybe that's what is bothering me. Maybe I don't want to fall back into the routine.
Lately I've been feeling like I want something more. I don't know what that is yet, but I feel very restless and unfulfilled. There is something I want to do, something different, something exciting or meaningful. I just haven't quite figured out what that something is yet.
Sometimes I think I might like to try being a writer. When I was 9 or 10 years old, if someone asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up, I would have told them, "I'm going to be a writer". I had a small plastic typewriter on which I typed short stories. I eventually graduated to a real typewriter, albeit old and manual. I remember having to almost pound on the keys to get the letters to show up on the paper. Then came my older brother's electric typewriter, which I thought was so very cool. I used to write quite a lot, now that I think about it. I'm not sure what changed over the years. Maybe it was the guitar I got, and the guitar lessons and voice lessons. Once I discovered that I had musical talent, the writing changed from stories and news articles to songs.
Lately I've been drifting back to wanting to write. The difference now is, it's been so long since I've done any serious writing that I don't know if I'm any good at it anymore. Thus, this blog. I guess it's a good way to ease back into writing. Maybe I should try my hand at a couple of short magazine articles. Part of the problem is I have no idea what I would write about.
So...if anyone has any suggestions for me, I'll happily listen. Any ideas for topics, locations, characters, fiction or non-fiction...anything at all, will be accepted gladly.
Who knows, maybe I was on to something long ago, as a 10 year old girl. Maybe I knew then what I wanted to be when I grew up, but I got sidetracked and forgot about it. I'm just now remembering and picking up where I left off.